Brian’s POV:
The lights quickly came back on, and Jimmy raised the projection screen. “Tell us Rev, what do we have in store for our VIP guests first?” Shadz asked with excitement. “Well I myself have always been a big fan of mid-evil torture methods,” Jimmy started tapping a button on his tablet. We watched as a long pipe with five individual spouts sticking out of it lowered just above their heads. “You see back in the day, they would drip water at a slow rate on top of the torture victims head for days. It was a psychological form of torture,” he continued in a college professor prosona, “We unfortunately don’t have days to wait for it to drive you crazy, sooooo I put my own wonderful little twist on it.” he finished with an evil grin. He tapped another button, and a single drop of what looked like water, but clearly wasn’t, dropped on to their heads.
The pain came across their faces quickly, and they started to scream. “What the fuck is that?” Douche 2 yelled out. “That my friends is sulfuric acid. Every five minutes it a drop will be released, and it will slowly eat away at your flesh. Hopefully by the time we’re done here, we’ll be able to see into your heads.” he said grinning as he passed the tablet to Zacky. “Nice.” I said high fiving Jimmy like we were having a good old time. Which in all actuality we were.
Zack tapped a few buttons, and two blow torches came out at the bottom of each table. Each douche now had a blow torch aimed at the bottom of their feet. “I’ve always been a fan of fire torture.” Zach started to explain. “You know what it feels like to have a blow torch held to your feet?” he asked. The fear was clear on their faces. Douche 4 pissed himself. Pussy. “Tammy does.” I said just as Zack turned on the torches. Their screams echoed through the cabin. We just chuckled at them, and soon Zack shut off the torches. “Oh but the fun doesn’t stop there!” he exclaimed with a smile. Pushing a few buttons, the torches moved up the sides of the tables till they stopped at the palms of their hands. He turned them on again. We laughed and watched as the skin bubbled up, popping, as it folded back off the muscle. Again screams filling the air.
“Alright! Alright! We’re sorry!” King Douche cried out after Zacky shut off the torches. “You hear that Gates,” Shadz asked plopping his hand on my shoulder laughing, “they’re sorry. Like that really matters.” he said erupting in laughter the rest of us joining him. Another drip of the acid and more screams. “We’re not the ones you need to apologize to.” I hissed at him. “Fuck her, she was just a stupid whore anyway. The bitch loved what we did to her.” Douche 2 spat out. Clearly he came to terms with the fact that they were going to die. Now he’s trying to piss us off. Which was working, but we weren’t going to let him know that. “Christ! I’m getting sick of this guy’s mouth,” Shadz stated getting in Douche 2’s face, “mind sowing it up for me?” he asked with a wicked grin. “Gladly.” Johnny said pushing a cart over with his stitching supplies.
He tried to thrash his head about so Johnny couldn’t sow his mouth shut. “Let me help you with that.” I said grabbing the douches head holding it in place while Johnny sowed his mouth closed. He tried to scream, but I kept a firm grip on him. Making sure he couldn’t open his mouth. Johnny finished just in time, another acid drip. He wanted to scream, but couldn’t unless he ripped the stitches out. I smiled as I watched him squirm against his restraints. His screams muffled by his sealed lips. “That’s better.” I happily sighed out.
“Can we get in on this?” I heard JB as he clapped his hands together. “Yea? I got some pent up rage that needs to come out.” Matt asked. “By all means.” I said stepping away from the douches as I motioned to them. “Lay them back please Rev?” JB asked. Jimmy had them laid back quickly, and the Berry’s were going over a selection of “toys” laid out on some tables. “Isn’t that going to fuck with the acid drip?” Johnny asked. “Nah. Now it’ll just be a surprise.” Jimmy said grinning. We chuckled as the Berry’s found what they wanted to play with.
They walked over. JB holding a drill, and a bag of very large nuts and bolts. Matt with a pair of pliers, and those mouth clamps dentists use to hold their patients mouths open. Oh this was going to be fun. “Shit.” we heard Matt “looks like I’ll have to think of something else for you.” he said to Douche 2 “Can’t yank your teeth out when your mouth is sewn shut.” he said shaking his head. “That’s alright I got something for him.” Shadz said just as an acid drop released landing on their chests. Douche 4 started to cry. He’s been a pretty big baby. I walked over to him, and open palmed slapped him across the face. “Will you quit being such a little bitch?” I asked not needing a reply.
Matt soon had all but douche 2’s mouths clamped open, and him and JB set to work. JB drilled through their hands and arms spraying blood all over the place. He forcefully shoved the bolts through the holes, securing them each with a nut in the back of the table. Matt ripped their teeth out one by one as their screams filled the cabin again. We stood back and watched smiling. They don’t get to get in on much of the fun, and it was entertaining watching them work. “Here you go Matt,” Shadz said handing him a pair of needle nose pliers, “you can rip his finger and toe nails off with this since you can’t get to his teeth.” he said as Matt took the pliers from him with a smile. Douche 2 popped 2 stitches screaming as Matt pulled his nails off. Blood pouring down his mouth and chin from his torn lips.
I walked over to a table, and picked up a large pair of hedge trimmers. There was no way I wasn’t getting in on this. “Tell me something guys, you ever had Mountain Oysters?” I asked opening and closing the hedge trimmers. They weren’t talking much anymore. “Do you know what they are?” I asked as Johnny started cutting their boxers from them. “They’re bull testicles. I myself have never tried them, but you guys are,” I grinned and cocked my head, “in a sense anyway.” I finished. I saw the fear flood their eyes. They knew exactly what was coming. I walked to douche 1. He was going to be first, and King Douche was going to be last. One by one I cut their nuts off with the hedge trimmers. Johnny following behind me with a coagulant and bandages so they didn’t bleed to death. Good thing we wear rubber gloves. “But how are they going to eat their own nuts with no teeth?” Zacky asked with fake wonder. “I’m glad you asked Vengeance.” I said like an infomercial host. Walking over to another table, I pulled out a blender from the cabinet attached to it. “With this.” I said with an evil grin. Plugging in the blender, JB brought over their nuts to me on a tray. Yea this made us cringe a little we are guys, but they deserved every bit of this. Dumping them in I started the blender, and pulled out a small funnel, so Douche 2 could get some of this. Once done, I walked over to the douche bags. I filled each of their mouths with the mountain oyster smoothie as one of the others held their mouths and noses shut till they swallowed. Shoving the funnel in douche 2’s mouth were he popped the stitches (another drip) I dumped the rest in, and held his nose shut till he swallowed. “How was it guys. I know they usually flour and deep fry these, but we didn’t have time for that.” I said with a smile. Douche 3 threw up. If Jimmy hadn’t stood up his table he would have choked.
I watched Shadz pick up a jar full of leaches, and a large pair of tweezers. He walked over and set the jar next to Douche 1’s head as another acid drip dropped. He opened the jar and started placing leaches on Douche 1 in various areas. Making sure to place some on main arteries. “We decided to let you guys die in different ways.” Shadz explained as he continued to cover him in leaches. He’s not one that likes to get his hands dirty, but he did want to decided how one of them was going to die. “You my friend are going to fill the bellies of these leaches till you’re bone dry.” he said coldly.
Johnny proceeded to draw one inch lines on Douche 3 marking all major arteries. “You,” he said as he started making one inch incisions over the lines, “get to slowly bleed to death.” he said cutting him just enough to maintain a small flow. Zacky turned Douche 4’s blow torches on a continuous rotation moving them closer to his body. “Guess whats in store for you?” he said with and evil smile standing his table up. “Please please don’t!” the baby cried out. “I didn’t want too. I wanted to confess right there in the courtroom while she was crying on the stand!” he sobbed. “But you didn’t, DID YOU!?” I yelled at him. He just sobbed, and I looked at him. “No you let her go down ashamed and humiliated.” I whispered to him. I nodded to Zacky, and he turned on the blow torches, shutting them off when his skin started to char.
Jimmy walked to Douche 2 “Remember when I said I like mid-evil torture?” Jimmy asked with a grin. He just nodded slightly. “You’re going to love this.” he whispered wickedly. He stood the table up, and soon we heard gears moving followed by his screams. He had completely ripped all of his stitches out. The pain from Jimmy slowly ripping his limps apart apparently was too much. We stood there and laughed as the gears pulled the restraints tighter and tighter. “And you my friend,” I said looking to King Douche. “I have a special, painful little treat for you.” I said taking the tablet from Jimmy. I lowered his table all the way to the floor, followed by a thick plexy glass box with some air holes in them. I lowered a smaller box to just above his chest before releasing the bottom hatch. Hundreds of sewer rats dropped on to him, and he instantly started screaming. I walked up and tapped on the box. “You might wanna be careful they’re rabid!” I yelled into the box stepping away laughing.
Zacky turned on Douche 4’s blow torches again, and left them running. Pulling up chairs, we sat around drinking beer, and eating popcorn as we watched the 5 die. The rats were eating away at King Douche like I had hoped. Zack stopped the torches on Douche 4’s eyes, and we laughed hysterically when his eyes exploded before he put it back on rotation. We could see the flesh starting to tear on Douche 2 as the restraints continued to pull him apart. It took almost an hour, but eventually his head and torso fell to the floor. His arms and legs still restrained to the table. His arms shredded some because of the bolts JB put in them.
We were there till almost midnight Saturday night. We changed out of our blood soaked clothes, and cleaned most of the blood off of us. Putting on fresh clothes we proceeded to dowse the place down with gasoline, a trail leading to the door. Tossing the gas can inside, I lit a match without tearing it from the book lighting the rest with it. Dropping the lit book of matches I walked away to join my brothers outside as the cabin erupted into flames. I could hear a scream from inside. “Oops looks like someone wasn’t dead yet.” I chuckled out. The guys returning my chuckles as we stood and watched the place burn. “Check this out.” Zacky said pulling up a video feed from inside. One by one we watched as Zack blew up each table. King Douche’s explosion was contained by the plexy glass box covering its walls with a thick layer of blood and flesh just before we lost video feed. I should have known he would blow something up. Zacky loves his explosions.
We climbed into our vehicles when the roof collapsed in, and headed for home. We still had a 2 hour drive ahead of us before we got home. The house will probably be locked down. Good thing we have a deactivation button with us. A nifty little remote Jimmy made that could open the gate, the garages, and lock or unlock the house up.
We pulled up to a dark house around 2:30am. A single red light flashing above the door indicating that the house was indeed locked down. Shadz chuckled as he pushed the button to release the lockdown. We walked in doing a quick go over of the place making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. I said my good nights to the guys and made my way upstairs for a much needed shower and sleep.
Opening my door a smile came across my face when I seen her sleeping figure in my bed. I closed my door and quietly made my way over. She was sleeping peacefully hugging one of my pillows for dear life. I chuckle softly before grabbing some clean boxers and making my way to the bathroom for quick shower.
Once finished, I made my way back over to the bed and climbed in. I pulled the pillow away replacing it with my arm as I pulled her back into me. “Sorry for being in here.” I heard her whisper as she hugged tighter onto my arm. “Whatever helps you sleep.” I reassured her. I whispered goodnight and kissed her temple. “I’m glad you’re back.” was the last thing I heard before letting the much needed sleep take me a smile on my face.

Notes

Triple update! I think all the horror movies I've watched over the years have corrupt my fragile little mind. Hope you enjoy :) Won't be able to update till Monday :( Sorry.